The Baker

Chapter 14

A/N: There be smut here...you've been warned.

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        Unfortunately, Cassie and Jess couldn’t figure out who could have stolen from the inventory or how to get it back. They, with Ben as moral support, stayed an extra couple hours to figure out what they could do…they came up with absolutely nothing. Eventually, they decided to call it a night. Ben insisted on driving Cassie home. When they approached her door, she invited him in for a drink. He happily accepted. “What would you like?” Cassie asked as she threw everything down on the couch. Ben followed suit and threw his coat down on top of hers. “Whatever you’re having,” he answered. “Well, I am having something strong. I need to get today out of my head.” Ben walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She eased back into him, as he kissed her head. “I’m sorry about our date,” she told him. “Stop apologizing. Like I said, we can go out anytime.” “Yeah, but you look so nice.” He chuckled, “Well so do you. You look nice everyday.” She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I believe you have special needs that need attending to,” she whispered to him. Ben gulped and let out a shaky breath, while saying, “I do.” Suddenly, Cassie pushed him back to the couch and sat him down. “How about some music?” She asked. All Ben could do was nod. She smirked and strode over to her stereo, purposefully swaying her hips. “Do you like Rush?” She asked. Ben nodded. She plugged in her iPod and put on Tom Sawyer. Ben was already getting easily aroused. He involuntarily arched his back, when she started to slowly and sexily dance his way over to him. She got on her knees when she got to him and raked her nails up and down his thighs, making him moan. She moved up towards his face and brushed her lips across his, but not actually touching them. “Cassie, please,” he moaned. She just smirked and got back down on her knees. “I thought you needed special attention,” she told him. Ben steadied his breathing enough to say, “I do…but it just so happens to involve me fucking you into your kitchen table.” “Well, you’re going to have to wait for that,” she winked, making him instantly harder. She teased him a bit; running her hands up his thighs, but not touching where he so desperately needed her to, then leaning forward to lightly kiss the buldge in his pants. Ben grunted and arched his back to feel the pressure of her mouth on him. "Tsk. Tsk. Benedict Cumberbatch, where are your manners?" She teased. Gritting his teeth, he answered, "Completely out the window for tonight, darling." Finally taking pity on him, Cassie unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, along with his boxers. His long, hard member was standing at attention against his stomach. Ben stared at her, eyes filled with lust and desperation. Cassie didn't give him time to prepare when she went a head and put his whole length into her mouth. "Oh fuck!" He bucked his hips up, nearly gagging her, but she controlled it by pushing his hips down. Ben got the message and tried his dammed best to keep still. He lolled his head back on the back of the couch and let out a huge sigh. He was raking his fingers through Cassie's hair, holding on to it tightly. He didn't think things could get any better...until she dragged her teeth up and down his length. He cried out, "Oh God, Cassie! Yes, please, more! Again, God, please!" She happily obliged, doing it over and over until he came in her mouth. She licked every last drop that came out of him, then sat back on her knees, looking at the heaping mess Ben had dissolved into. He looked at her with hooded eyes and panted, "That...was the best...bestest--best..." He couldn't get his words together. Once he got himself together, he told her, "That was easily the best blow job I've ever had. Bravo, you. And that thing with the teeth, that was...that was nice." Just then, the song "The Stroke" came on, making Ben giggle a bit. Cassie got off the floor and asked, "Drink?" He nodded. "Water, please. And the strongest alcoholic beverage you have." While Cassie went to do that, Ben tucked himself back into his pants and slumped back into the couch. I hope she doesn't just give those to anybody, he thought. Cassie came back in with a glass of water for Ben and two shot glasses with a bottle of Everclear. Ben quirked an eyebrow. "Trying to get me drunk?" She shrugged. "Strongest thing I have." "Yeah, but Everclear...that stuff is dangerous." "Do you want something else?" "God no." They only had one shot, before Ben fulfilled his other "special need", which involved her kitchen table. They then moved into the bedroom, where Ben proceeded to thank her for the blow job in his own way. Soon, they were just a mess of sweaty limbs, trying to get there breaths back. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep, tangled in each other.